.'there you go the bar will be open as soon as we take off, have fun, I'll be back for 2nds later darling .....by the way my name is Miranda.' 'Oh I'm... Kaye in my alter ego .... she gives me a quick peck on the cheek and away she goes .I take a seat and start to read one of the newspapers from the rack, belt myself in. and wait for take off. The Steward for the bar came in and asked what I would like to drink, a beer would be great and he went round the other 3 passengers who were all flying 1st. So I had it out with Jamal. I told him I was a singleparent with athirteen year old daughter and in no way gay, and I wantedto quit the club.That mention of my daughter was the biggest mistake of mylife. Jamaldemanded to see a photo of her. Her name is Crissy. After that, all theytalked about was "Crissy the Cunt" in the locker room. "Some fourteen year old school boy probably shoving hisdick in her rightnow while you is at da club." They would say things likethat. Jamal wouldask, "Do you. 'Your fault, and a good thing too. I mean, I was the one who pushed you, and I still don't know where I got the nerve, but the way you did it was so kind and thoughtful; clever too. I was wanting to get it all right straight away, and now I know that's not the point, and somehow I seem to know more about people too. It's like you made me grow up.' She wanted to think bullshit, fine by me.'You guys come to any conclusions while you were dissectin' me?' She nodded vigorously, as if she'd been. I tried to push him away again, but to no avail. He held his ground and kept me pinned to the door with his body. “I told you to calm down girl,” he said again. “What do you want?” I said, fear in my voice. “What do I want? Isn’t it obvious?” he replied, chuckling. “I want you,” he said, as his hands went for my robe. “You can’t!” I screamed out, trying to free my hands and protect myself. “Why?” he asked. His amusement showed in his voice. His hands touched my face, “You’re beautiful, you.